All Chapters of Alexander Brooks; The dark prince of crime : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Fixed and Broken

Alexander Brooks; The dark prince of crime /Scarecrow

Alexander's Point of View“I, Alexander Brooks, reject the title of the Mafia throne!” I announced, my voice booming across the clearing.I could hear the mafia gangs stifle their gasps with their palms, their eyes widening in horror.My gaze shifted to my mother, dressed in a black silk gown, her jaw dropping in shock. I guess I took them off guard. No way was I going to be the heir to the mafia throne. I wanted a life free from all this gang life,a life where I could live without fear of getting killed. Couldn't they understand that? I just wanted to be a nobody!My mother rose from her seat, walking towards the podium with poised elegance, her gown trailing behind her. Her face was straight, devoid of any emotion. Even without being told, I knew what she was about to do.“Mother, I…” Before I could explain why I had rejected the mafia throne in front of everyone, she raised her hand and struck it across my face.I swallowed hard, my gaze fixated on the marble floor as if it held so

Once Bitten

Alexander Brooks; The dark prince of crime /Scarecrow

Alexander's Point of ViewCold water splashed on my body, startling me awake. I jumped up, breathing heavily as I looked down at my soaked clothes clinging to my skin. My eyes widened when I saw my wife.Her right hand rested on her lips, her expression blank. She held an empty bucket in her left hand, her gaze fixed on me.“Get up,” she ordered, her voice firm and unyielding. “I’m hungry. Go make me something to eat.”I clenched my fists, staring into her eyes. “Couldn't you have asked a little nicer?” I asked, glancing down at my wet clothes.“I could have,” she replied, rolling her eyes in irritation, her foot tapping impatiently on the polished marble floor. “But don’t waste my time. I’ve got a modeling gig to get to.”“Alice, I…” I began, but she cut me off.“You don’t tell me what to do, Alex. I own this house, and you’ll do as I say. Maybe I’d listen to you if you actually made some real money. Now get out there and do the dishes,” she snapped, pointing toward the door.Her wo

Betrayed and played

Alexander Brooks; The dark prince of crime /Scarecrow

Alexander's Point of ViewI tried to speak, but the cops held grins on their faces, dragging me out of the house.“Please, Father, I didn't do this,” I begged, but all my pleas fell on deaf ears.The cops dipped their hands into my pants pockets, pulling out a wad of cash. On closer inspection, we noticed the money had an ink stain on its tip.“Yup, that’s mine. I mark all my money,” he said, a hint of pride in his hoarse voice, as if he had won the lottery.A burning sensation filled my eyes as the cops handcuffed me, dragging me out into the street.“I didn’t do that! I’m innocent!” I cried, my voice filled with desperation, but they ignored me, their grip firm.Suddenly, Alice walked up to me, her face grim. For a moment, I stood still, staring into her eyes, my pupils speaking a million words.“I didn’t do it,” I begged her, but my words didn’t seem to melt her resolve. Without a word, she stepped closer. Before I could say anything more, she raised her hand, her palm brushing aga

A day with the Devil

Alexander Brooks; The dark prince of crime /Scarecrow

Chapter FourAlexander's Point of ViewA few weeks later, I had completely healed from the wounds and body pain. I was finally fit enough to do the house chores. Besides, it was Alice's birthday, and I wanted everything to be perfect.After tidying up, I carefully prepared breakfast;buffalo chicken wings, her favorite,and brought it straight to her room. I leaned against the wall, staring at her beautiful face.Moments later, her eyes fluttered open, and she sat upright, her face immediately frowning when she saw me."I’ve warned you several times not to barge into my room without permission, haven’t I?" she snapped, her reddened in anger."I’m really sorry. I just wanted to…” My voice trailed off as she cut me off."Get the hell out of my space! Don’t make me ask twice!" she yelled, her voice sharp.I nodded quickly, relieved she didn’t throw the food at my face. A few hours later, she emerged from the room with the empty dishes, dropping them on the floor. Her heavy cologne filled t

Siblings rivalry

Alexander Brooks; The dark prince of crime /Scarecrow

Chapter 5Alexander's point of view “Well, well, well. The lost son returns,” I heard Damian’s cold voice echo throughout the living room, my muscles twitching beneath my skin.My mother raised her head, her gaze resting on me, a frown crossing her flawless face.“You don’t say. He is your brother, Damian, and I suggest you treat him with respect,” my mother said, her voice filled with love.I stood up, my gaze shifting to Damian. He maintained his cold demeanor as he walked closer to me, the soles of his shoes echoing off the marble floor, his eyes boring into my skin.He leaned in, a strange grin spreading across his lips. I felt his breath wash over me as an awkward silence filled the air.“You dare walk back into the Brooks Mansion like you belong here,huh?” he scoffed, shaking his head furiously.“I belong here, and so do you,” I replied, my voice cracking. I could feel my heart beating faster, my throat suddenly dry. I had to admit, Damian had a way of instilling fear in his en

The pleasure I once craved

Alexander Brooks; The dark prince of crime /Scarecrow

Just as I was about to leave the hotel, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I tried to ignore it,but the caller was relentless. I heaved a sigh, tracing my steps to a secluded area in the lobby. I tucked my hand into my pocket, dragging it out.I stared at the screen for a while, trying to make out the caller's ID. Unknown number, I hesistated, a sudden chill crawling down my spine.“Hello,” I answered, bracing myself for whatever it is to come.“Hello. Dexter speaking,” a masculine voice said at the end of the line.“Dexter?” I asked rhetorically, frowning a bit. The name wasn't a familiar one.“Yes,Sir. Your personal bodyguard. Your mother hired me to look out for you,” he replied,his voice cold. My lips parted, a weak sigh escaping through it. My mother's protective instincts always kicked in whenever I was away from her. Let's just say I expected it. “What do you want?” I asked, my eyes scanning the area for any sign of him, but disappointedly, I saw no one.“I’m afraid you ar

Hell or Home?

Alexander Brooks; The dark prince of crime /Scarecrow

Alexander's Point of View“Damian is not someone to be messed with, Master. He’s just like your father,” Dexter warned, his voice calm, his eyes showing no emotions.I stared at the windscreen, unsure of how to reply, diving deeper into my thoughts. Damian. That bloody bastard.“I’ve been with my brother long enough to know how dangerous he can be. He is a psycho, a killing machine. ” I finally said, bowing my head slightly.“But, I'm not afraid of him,” my voice low.Silence settled between us, with only the soft purring of the engine enveloping the air. After winding through the streets for a while, the car came to a halt in front of the Brooks mansion.“I’ll keep in touch. Watch your brother closely,” Dexter added before driving off.I shook my head, dismissing his warning. My hand gripped the door handle, and I twisted it open, stepping into the house. The sound of my shoes echoed off the marble floor as the cold air from the air conditioner forcing goose bumps on my skin.I strode

Alice's Smart Tricks

Alexander Brooks; The dark prince of crime /Scarecrow

A month now, and I’ve heard nothing about Dexter or Alice. Just lying around in the hotel, my thoughts went wild as I stared at the ceiling. I heaved a sigh, rolling my eyes, the clock taunting me with its continuous ticking.I sat upright on the soft hotel mattress, throwing my legs off the edge of the bed and walking to the window. The view below was terrifying, yet beautiful. Even as a mafia lord, I had this weird fear of heights, a phobia I had been struggling to overcome.I took a deep breath, enjoying the beautiful view below, a smirk on my lips. This was the life I had dreamed of. Not the mafia part, though. Just a quiet life with my beautiful Alice. Call me a damn idiot, but I was still obsessed with her.Lately, I would see her in my dreams, resting her lips on mine, drifting away in my dream world. Well, none of that was going to happen. It was clear that I had lost her. Now, I wanted revenge.My gaze still fixed on the bustling street, I stretched my hand, grabbing the glas